Vagabond

Vagabond Apr 2014

some day
    this hungry
        paradise
           will bleed.

A.S.K.

Vagabond Mar 2014

Thief 2

Sinew and locks
the lines of your face, your brow
your nose
your chin
I can't see your eyes
I can feel them
your hair, falling in my face
my face against your face
in your hair
what am I gonna do
so crazy-you-
my one and only
I wasn't expecting you
again, you've blindsided me
the moments that matter
are those that take your breath away
and you had me there
for as long as I could remember
Now you're all I think about
once your face graces my synapses
maybe it's the way you looked at me, often
it's probably because of the space between us
and the moments we speak
that leave me hanging on thoughts of you
I remember this
but it's like fire every time we touch
so crazy-me

this is how you wreck me, again

A.S.K.

Vagabond Nov 2013

like the last of the leaves on the trees

Am I read so easily?

Do I display my emotions
so clearly?
My soul, do I bear
so blatantly?

Can I hide nothing?
   I am transparent.
            I am no liar.
                        In fact, I'm terrible.

My truth, too honest
my appeasement, obvious
       my distaste, too obvious
           my pains, apparent
                      my joy, over-joyous

I am predictable
in my crooked hypocrisy.
I am unconvincing
despite my conviction.
I am a lack of words
in a serious discourse.

All along
and
I didn't know it.

love me          hate me
kiss me          **** me
I would.

~A.S.K.

Vagabond Jun 2013

Charmed and Dangerous

Long roads take us nowhere
but to the same place, sun and air.

Home again in a stranger land
Stranger than the mountain lair
Scorn it some, then call it home...

Taste the salty layer.
Waves crashing in the air.
Breathe in the earthen ruin.
Rivers roaring over rocks.

Ramblin' on down the roads,
Numbers and unknown names..
****** with beauty for eternity
these sunsets, these moon rises..

You go somewhere you know for new surprises,
leave with nothing more than what you came with.
Just a change of scenery, just a new sound.
Find a place where you belong
or just ramble on

A.S.K.

Vagabond Jun 2013

Insomnia in February

When dreams don't conceive wonderful things
I wonder if slumber was meant for the dreamer....

Certainly it must, for the mind it is lust

To fall asleep peacefully, I meditate, if I don't, I palpitate

A racing mind, pacing to find thoughts that rewind
Through my pillow, I hear my heart beat
The cold seeps through my sheets, will I sleep?

I try to think of unicorns, and angel horns
Fanciful things to help me dream
But faeries pinch me back to realities

It is dark and reality is impudently stark
The wind seems to send voices that blend in noises
Their urgency is no emergency, for reality has no consistency

Nothing is real; this concept is my mind set
the humans that fear this, don't feel the bliss
of freedom, freedom of the mind

it is this kind, that makes us shine.

A.S.K.

Vagabond May 2013

What is that?

When I breathe you in
     -that's when I love you-
something comes over me,
unlike any other feeling
that comes with a sense.

I am powerless beneath you,
                                        do you know this?
You control me with nothing.
                      How do you do this?

I'm yours...

...but what is that feeling
when someone takes you by surprise
and leaves you
wrecked?

I'd like to know.

A.S.K.

Vagabond May 2013

Always this.

Sittin',
Lookin' pretty, with nowhere to go
and no one to see.

Wonderful me....

A.S.K.

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